Текст песни Harvest At Dawn

Everything around me shrinks and expands
Memories compacted
Fantasies extracted
Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer
This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes
The faces and names are not real
Only the tears, blood and glass are authenticCircle Of Dead Children - Harvest At Dawn - http://ru.motolyrics.com/circle-of-dead-children/harvest-at-dawn-lyrics.html
We link hands and dreams to become the map of the damned
Found a wound across my ribs,
soft and fresh as a ballet shoe, to finger and feed
Memories flaccid
Fantasies reenacted
Finger and feed
Finger and feed